Song of Songs 1
1 The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.
The Song of Songs, which is Solomon's.
2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy breasts are better than wine.
Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, The woman speaking to the man for your love is better than wine.
3 And the smell of thine ointments is better than all spices: thy name is ointment poured forth; therefore do the young maidens love thee.
Your anointing oils have a delightful fragrance; your name is like flowing perfume, so the young women love you.
4 They have drawn thee: we will run after thee, for the smell of thine ointments: the king has brought me into closet: let us rejoice and be glad in thee; we will love thy breasts more than wine: righteousness loves thee.
Take me with you, and we will run. The woman speaking to herself The king has brought me into his rooms. The woman speaking to the man We are glad; We rejoice about you; let us celebrate your love; it is better than wine. It is natural for the other women to adore you.
5 I am black, but beautiful, ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.
I am dark but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem— dark like the tents of Kedar, lovely like the curtains of Solomon.
6 Look not upon me, because I am dark, because the sun has looked unfavourably upon me: my mother's sons strove with me; they made me keeper in the vineyards; I have not kept my own vineyard.
Do not stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother's sons were angry with me; they made me keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept.
7 Tell me, [thou] whom my soul loves, where thou tendest thy flock, where thou causest [them] to rest at noon, lest I become as one that is veiled by the flocks of thy companions.
Tell me, you whom my soul loves, where do you feed your flock? Where do you rest your flock at noontime? Why should I be like someone who wanders beside the flocks of your companions?
8 If thou know not thyself, thou fair one among women, go thou forth by the footsteps of the flocks, and feed thy kids by the shepherd's tents.
If you do not know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of my flock, and pasture your young goats near the shepherds' tents.
9 I have likened thee, my companion, to my horses in the chariots of Pharao.
I compare you, my love, to a mare among Pharaoh's chariot horses.
10 How are thy cheeks beautiful as [those] of a dove, thy neck as chains!
Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments, your neck with strings of jewels.
11 We will make thee figures of gold with studs of silver.
We will make for you gold ornaments with silver studs.
12 So long as the king was at table, my spikenard gave forth its smell.
While the king lay on his couch, my nard emitted its fragrance.
13 My kinsman is to me a bundle of myrrh; he shall lie between my breasts.
My beloved is to me like a bag of myrrh that spends the night lying between my breasts.
14 My kinsman is to me a cluster of camphor in the vineyards of Engaddi.
My beloved is to me like a cluster of henna flowers in the vineyards of En Gedi.
15 Behold, thou art fair, my companion; behold, thou art fair; thine eyes are doves.
Listen, you are beautiful, my love; listen, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
16 Behold, thou art fair, my kinsman, yea, beautiful, overshadowing our bed.
Listen, you are handsome, my beloved, how handsome. The lush plants are our bed.
17 The beams of our house are cedars, our ceilings are of cypress.
The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are firs.
